Desi Aunty’s Midnight Fuck Session

The streetlights were highlighting a bulging shape that made my heart stop, my spine tingle, and my jaw slack. I fell into the rhythm of the music, with movements small and deliberate, not befitting the energetic dance music. XXX It seemed to keep him in an ecstatic shock, but the real jolt was when I slapped that heavy slab of meat on my tongue for the last few times and whined desperately, “Can you be my first?”
I don’t remember any more words being spoken. The more thoroughly it dawned on me, the faster my heart beat and the more the rushing tingles between my hips intensified. We’re not supposed to want sex, we’re supposed to use it. It looked longer, and especially thicker, than anything the spam pop-ups had thrown at